𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

⌖ WHAT'S DONE IN THE DARK... | O63. ‹ ⚜ ›
❝ i should've saved myself this pain. ❞

— APRIL EIGHTH
8:20 A.M. ᐟ

(this chapter has some time gaps, cause baby we got places to be & people to see hello!)

The hours bled into days, & in that drift of time, a quiet distance settled between them. They hadn't shared much more than surface level words since that following night. Conversations were clipped right now. Functional at best, a little cold at worst. It was silence that didn't come from lack of things to say, but from both of them refusing to say what actually mattered.

She caught Spoon trailing her that day, obvious, like he wasn't even trying to hide it. & when she came back into the house frustrated, Jasiah was waiting for it.

"Really?!" She had snapped. "You had someone follow me?"

& he didn't apologize for it either.

What pissed her off even more was that he barely looked surprised. What pissed him off though? The fact that just the night before, he opened up to her, partially, about what had been pressing down on him. One of those things being the argument they had over him being 'too protective'. & then, less than twenty four hours later, it felt like she had thrown all that vulnerability back in his face. To him, it looked like she hadn't heard a damn thing, or just didn't care. Like she took his attempt at compromise & still left out & done exactly what she wanted anyway.

She felt watched & he felt dismissed. & neither of them wanted to be the first to apologize, stuck in their own stubborn ways.

But, they did argue that night. A few "fuck you"s were thrown like it was nothing but somewhere between her pointing in his face & him grabbing her wrist, it turned into something else, as it always did. Her back hitting the hallway wall before his mouth was on hers like he was trying to silence every word she hadn't got to yell at him yet. & when they finally crashed into the bed, she was under him, moaning curses that melted into gasps, legs wrapped around his waist. No apologies or soft words. He fucked the fight out of her. & when it was over, they lay there in silence. Breathing hard, their skin slick & their chests heaving before she fell asleep with her face tucked into him. He had an arm draped over her, hand splayed over her stomach. Both of them slept like babies.

Now, Iris was curled up on the couch, one of her legs tucked beneath her while she was watching TV. She wasn't really watching though, more like letting the sound fill the quiet, but her eyes stayed on the screen while they absentmindedly traced the movements on it.

Across the room, in the kitchen, Jasiah sat on the counter with Asiah sleeping against his shoulder, his breaths warm against his father's neck. Jasiah gently bounced him without thought, something that had become second nature now.